The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.